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[jealousjealousgurlll]

His fashionista

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Hi everyone! This is my first story on Tumblr, I've been wanting to write for awhile especially about Luigi. If there is any flaws or feedback please please please let me know, comments are on!

I have a few extended concepts for certain bullet points, if there one that sticks out the most let me know and I can create an extension on it.

Mood board for this story

Thank you for reading and take care xoxoxoxo ᰔ ᡣ𐭩 ᡣ𐭩

Pairing: Luigi Mangione x reader

Word count (story only):2,018

Warnings: None just fluff ;)

Imagine you, an inspiring fashion designer falls for the dorky data scientist named Luigi Mangione.

Based on living in Maryland

-First encounter:

Your favorite fabric store is next door to his favorite cafe. Staring at you and your well detailed outfits throughout the window Luigi would be distracted from his work observing you.

The first time you saw him was picking up an order from that same coffee shop. On your way out, you made eye contact with him. Nothing really stood out about him honestly.

Second encounter/first conversation

You were in line to place your order, in the meanwhile you were adding final details to your latest sketch and a tap on your shoulder came to your surprise. He looked familiar, you thought. He asked you about your sketches, talking your head off you both held up the line. After ordering, you and him sat and discussed your interests and careers.

He observed every detail about you, something about his presence swept you in, his intellectual yet humorous personality made you grow curious about him. Before leaving for your meeting, he asks for your phone number and social media handles. 

-Stalking or “obsessively analyzing”

You glanced at Luigi’s instagram, wholesome guy with minimum fashion however he looks great in a suit and with a clean cut.

You became Luigi’s newest fascination, having a fair amount of digital footprint, Luigi observed your instagram first. Trailing back to your high school days posing with friends in art class, your instagram stories had poems you wrote. He even discovered your fashion blog and youtube channel. Reading every post you made and spending hours watching your videos. He took a few notes on your favorite restaurants, your birthday, anything that was sentimental. 

-Texting and facetime

Whenever you guys text, he responds back immediately. He would send you random articles and ask your opinion. One night when texting back and forth, he asked if he can FaceTime you. You agreed which led to a 5 hour conversation. He was wearing glasses and you asked if they were real, to which he said “it’s for fashion”. His witty humor and cheerful spirit made it easy to talk to him

-Hanging out

Luigi initiated most of the hang outs. Secretly he planned everything (how a boyfriend does), from taking a pottery class together, trying new restaurants and going to yoga classes. Hanging out at each other’s apartments eventually came around to which he would clean his apartment, nervous of your opinion. In reality his apartment is organized and fits him perfectly. The compliments and the stares you gave looking around made him feel secure. Luigi loved your apartment, the vibrant colors, the messy table filled with scattered papers, fabric around a plugged in sewing machine. Your apartment is a perfect representation of you!

-Feelings? 

The more time you spent with Luigi, the more you developed feelings for him. When taking a stroll with him, you notice yourself staring at his side profile “I like big noses” . The tik tok audio from Doja Cat appeared in your mind, the curls that formed his hair you found cute. When it was summer, his sunkissed tan complimented him so well . Scanning your eyes up and down, there was definitely physical attraction, the physical attraction and the connection you guys built in the past months made you crush on him in secret. The fear of him not reciprocating the same feelings terrified you. Whenever a few days passed by and you hadn’t seen or spoke to him, you started to miss him and would reach out. Luigi on the other hand, he describes it as “love at first sight” , extremely dramatic and a sprinkle of delusion, he adored your style, the confidences you had when walking into a room. With the connection that was created by you guys, his attraction to you skyrocketed. He also mentioned his feelings he had to you to his sisters, encouraging him to ask you out. His sisters found it precious that he cares so deeply for you.

-Flea market memories

One of your hang out adventures landed you guys in a flea market. One of the vendors that caught your eye had a vintage sweater. In your mind, this sweater would be a great fit for Luigi. You showed  him the sweater and insisted he tried it on. Luigi gave in and tried on, the sweater was a perfect match . The vendor, an older gentleman, said to him “listen to your lady, she knows her fashion” assuming the two of you were in a relationship. Standing behind him, you hugged him from the back Luigi subconsciously smiled at this reaction. He agreed to get the sweater which you couldn’t be happier.

-Train trip

You and Luigi went on a train trip to North Carolina. A nine hour train ride may sound gruesome but having Luigi by your side made this an unforgettable trip. Listening to music together from sharing wired earbuds, stealing each other's snacks. You started to doze off after a few hours in, drifting your head onto Luigi’s shoulder. It wasn’t intentional at all. Luigi didn’t mind, he actually liked it. He smelled the shampoo in your hair, getting a special view of your facial features  “so pretty” he mumbled. When you woke up, you made direct eye contact with Luigi, he giggled at your facial expression while you immediately moved your head out of embarrassment. “I am so sorry” you frantically apologized, “It’s all good” his voice was deep and slowly turned you on. This trip definitely brought you guys closer physically and emotionally, staying in the same room you saw Lu in a different light. He is a clean person. He always puts the toilet seat down after using it. During the visit, you both went hiking together, it was your first time ever and Luigi was basically a pro. He helped you whenever you were close to stumbling, assuring you that you will be just fine. “See I told you it’s not difficult, it’s relaxing right?” Hiking was something you had no interest in but with a little encouragement from your bestie westie, hiking is your newfound  favorite physical activity.

-Hair troubles

One night, you heard a ding on your phone. A text from your contact named“Loo-ee jee” appeared.

“Hey, are you busy?”

Responding back “No what’s up?”

Luigi facetimes you, in distress, discussing his hair problems. He explains that he cannot remember the shampoo he used as a child living at home, he had some event to attend in the afternoon so he wanted to wash his hair and try something different with his curls. He begs for your help and you agree to help him. Meeting him at a “beauty supply store” foreign in his world. You both grabbed some hair care products and went back to your apartment. You guided him through the process of taking care of his curls and even wrote down the step by step manual to follow on his “wash days”. He ended up spending the night because he was a little tippy from the wine he brought over(don’t drink and drive kids). Both of you indulged in a few glasses, he mentioned the wine was from a family member in Italy (hmm exotic you said to yourself). Both of you crashed on your couch, he laid in your lap wrapped in a large fuzzy blanket. You woke in the middle of the night to see Lulu in your lap, you liked it. He looked well rested and comfortable. This entire night wasn’t supposed to happen actually. Luigi faked his cries for help solely because he missed you and wanted to do something more intimate with you. You never realized if he was legit hearing about his mishaps you just wanted to help your friend.

-Styling Lulu

At Luigi’s apartment, you joked about his style playfully. “I bet in your closet you have no more than 5 things including your blue bali shirt, adidas hoodie, a random slightly used button down shirt and your Upenn shirt”. He rolled his eyes and tried to laugh because it was true. His fashion can be described as low minimum, he didn’t really care about having a surplus of clothing or being the most fashionable in the room. Fashion was foreign to him, while it was your way of life. He asks you to help with his style and you were treating this as a project. Spending some time in the downtown area to shop, you and Luigi went shopping. Stopping in the first store, you immediately see something with potential. Grabbing short sleeve crew necks in different colors, picking up the shirt to hold up to Luigi you were thinking this is a good start. Solid basic shirts yet it is upgraded to his current style. Intentionally you picked up the shirts a size down because you wanted to see Luigi’s muscles pop out. Picking out the casual black and white, you also grabbed a plum(deep purple) shirt and an olive green. Luigi liked the colors you picked for him and made a purchase. The next store you found many gems for him, a few pairs of vintage Levi’s jeans fitting him perfectly, an upgraded adidas hoodie, grey nike sweatpants, some linen shorts and even a Upenn varsity jacket. Dropping you off to your place, before walking out of his car Luigi thanks you for your help and leans in for a hug. The hug was warm and made you feel fuzzy inside, pulling away your cheeks turned red. He stayed parked until you made it to the elevator, turning around one last time to wave to him and even blew a kiss. He caught your kiss and motioned, putting it close to his heart.

-Making it official 

After befriending Luigi Mangione for an entire year. You expressed your feelings to him, it was difficult because of the fear of rejection. His reaction was something out of a fairytale, he reciprocated the same feelings you had for him. About a week after this conversation he planned a dinner for the both of you. It was at a contemporary sushi place, the architecture and interior design  in the building was seductive, lowly dinned lights and chirper music played. Luigi arrived with a bouquet of purple and white flowers. Your eyes beamed with joy to see them, he made a note from watching one of your youtube videos that purple and white are your favorite colors for flowers. He was wearing the same sweatshirt he got at the flea market, his hair was freshly washed and cut and added a detailed watch to his outfit. Smiling from ear to ear when you saw him wrapping your arms around him felt peaceful, a similar feeling to home. You guys talked and talked, a few cheesy but cute pick up lines were said to you. Luigi’s words were blissful, constantly wanting to make you laugh. Finishing up your entree, the waiter came to your table and said “Dessert?” replying back “No thank you”, Luigi replied “Yes, your best dessert”. A few minutes pass and the waiter places down a white plate in front of you. There was chocolate writing on the plate, reading off it says “Will you be my girlfriend?” with macaroons and chocolate covered strawberries. Coming to you as a sweet surprise you look up at Luigi with a nervous smile he says “So what do you say?” . Licking your lips before responding you say “Yes I would love to”. He smiles and balls his fist to say a silent “Yes” out of pride. He came over to your side of the booth to embrace you with your first kiss with him. His lips were smooth and gilded gently with yours, a little tongue was added by you and he loved it. When walking out of the restaurant to your car, you were on cloud nine. Luigi besides you holding your hand he opens your car door and says “Goodnight girlfriend” you smile at his words and say “Bye bye boyfriend”.

[mindfuljujutsu]

Hiii

Hey there! 🌟 This is my first time opening an account dedicated to writing. I'm a college student who's passionate about a variety of things, including binge-watching Jujutsu Kaisen, Criminal Minds, and a few other awesome shows. I'm also a huge Kpop enthusiast, with BTS's Jungkook as my favorite member.

I'm excited to start this writing journey, and I'm open to taking requests (especially for Gojo, Spencer Reid, and Jungkook, but feel free to suggest more).

Feel free to drop me a message or request anything you'd like to see.

[elenavxoxo]

So I’m currently writing a fantasy story any tips??😅

#firsttimewriter

[compelledcurator]

Open Starter

Adalaide had gone a few weeks without feeding and was beyond ravenous. The night air was cool on her pale skin, perfect time for the hunt.

City lights flashed past as Adalaide stalked the streets looking for that deserving of her fangs. Since her curse she vowed never to kill an innocent, especially to feed on. she spots a shady figure harassing a female and smiles. He’ll be perfect.

“Hey hot stuff, I don’t think she’s interested” Adalaide teased as she strutted confidently over to the two humans. 

[accountabilitymirror]

UPDATE WEEK 02

In 2020 I suffered from a lack of perspective. Surrounded by people who have a different lifestyle and mindset can cripple you. So I left. Having a change of mind is not wrong. But you have to be honest to yourself and be prepared for the judgement from the ones around you. Sometimes you have exchange your environment all together. Move to a city no one knows you. Apply for a new job. Change the sports club where you're known as the quiet person. And then start anew.

Let's hold each other accountable!

[samcro-saint99]

Respect

So firstly, this is my first imagine. Ever. So I really hope you like this. It hasn’t been proof read so sorry about that. Secondly, if you do like it, requests are always open 😊

You sat at the bar of the SAMCRO clubhouse, inhaling the smell of alcohol, smoke, weed and sex, as you sipped your whiskey, smiling as you looked around taking in the regular site of the place on a Friday night, waving at each familiar face that passed you by. Home.

Thinking back it was hard to believe that it hadn’t always been this way, hard to believe that just over two years ago you were the stereotypical good college girl. A cardigan wearing, ponytail sporting, good girl. Who never smoked, drank, and was always to shy to ever talk to a guy, never even having had your first kiss. Deciding to run away, and relocate in the middle of the night to some small town in California was the best decision you had ever made. And becoming one of the SAMCRO princesses was the best accident, after Gem had taken a liking to you and offered you a job at the garage. The boys had all become family, one in particular.

You fought a smile as you thought about how gorgeous you looked tonight, a Burgundy halter neck crop top, paired with black, ripped high waisted skinny jeans, your favourite black boots, all tied together with a simple smokey eye and nude lip, your thick [H/C] hair, in its naturally wild state. But you couldn’t hide it any longer when you looked across the room, your eyes locking with the icey blue ones of your old man. Tig, who cast you a cheeky smirk, even from the other side of the room you could see his eyes skimming your body. You and Tig had confessed your love for each other after a rather tumultuous first year, and you had gotten his crow, a couple of months later. It was a strange relationship but it worked. You loved the wild side he bought out in you, and he loved the way you calmed his demons.

However, that smirk quickly turned to an angry glare, which confused you until you noticed the man standing next to you, causing you to role your eyes.

Brayden. Brayden was a new prospect who had only joined in the last day or so, and had had his eyes glued to your chest since then, that coupled with the creepy comments you had been receiving all day had you at wits end. So when he started to speak, there was no hiding your look of disgust, which he was clearly oblivious too.

“Hey sweetheart, what do you say you and I go check out the apartment together” he drawled out with a wink.

You scoffed, although he hadn’t been around the club very long, you found it hard to believe he could be so dense as not to realise you were Tigs old lady.

“Yeah, not gonna happen.”

“Come on baby, you know you girls are just around to look after the members”

This cant be happening, you laughed to yourself, he thinks you are a crow eater. You could see Tig start to make his way over, stopping to give you a look of questioning concern, you gave him a subtle shake of your head. You were going to handle this your way.

“But the last time I checked you weren’t a member” you said, looking up at him from your whiskey. This seemed to touch a nerve for him, because his face suddenly got very plain, the shit eating, cocky grin from before long gone.

He placed him arm around your shoulder, his hand sliding down over your breast. Now this really pissed you off. At this point you could have just handed him over to Tig, Happy, Chibs, or Jax, really any of the boys who were now watching protectively out of the corner of their eyes. But regardless whether you were a crow eater or not, this prick should have known better than to disrespect any girl.

You turned into him with your most sultry expression, your [E/C] eyes looking deeply into his.

“Go wait outside near the ring, i’ll be there in just a minuet” you said in a low voice with a seductive wink.

With a cocky smirk he turned to strut outside.

You walked over to Jax who was now standing with Tig, leaning in close to whisper to them both.

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You walked through the club door, towards Brayden who met your eyes with a look of such self confidence it made you want to vomit. That look slowly faded when he noticed the boys behind you.

“Hey, whats, whats uh, whats goin’ on?” He stuttered out.

You strutted right past him, climbing over the ropes into the ring, as Jax addressed Brayden.

“Get in the ring” he said, his face stoney, his voice full of seriousness.

“What?”

With a raise of his brow, Happy and Juice, grabbed Brayden by the arms and threw him into the ring.

He hauled himself up off the floor, as you locked eyes with him, before he glances back at Jax.

“Listen, if she’s one of your sluts, thats fine Ill back off, just don’t hurt me” he blubbered out, slightly pathetic for a man of his stature.

“Oh we’re not gonna hurt ya’”, Brayden breathed a sigh of relief at this “She is.” he stated matter of factly.

He looked up at you, in time for you to land a punch square to his jaw before stepping back, allowing him up.

“Im not going to hit a -“ he was interrupted as you landed a kick to the side of his head, followed by several blows to his gut. After less than a minuet he was down, clearly not getting back up.

You crouched down close to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up to look at you, as you pulled up the base of your crop top to reveal the crow tattoo that resided below your bust.

“See this. I belong to him” you state, dropping your shirt to point at Tig. “Understood?”, he half heartedly nods, as you climb out of the ring, the blows clapping at cheering, patting you on the back as you saunter to Tig.

He wraps his arms around you, as you rest your head against his chest inhaling the familiar scent.

“Is it wrong that that really turned me on?” You laugh, slapping his chest, as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

~ The SAMCRO Saint xx

[jonathantaylor]

Ch. 1 Welcome to Trento (excerpt) by JonathanTaylor19

Well, time to use social media as I originally intended.

[sundaymorningmusings]

A Commitment to Calculus

It was a typical Thursday afternoon. you showed up to calculus 20 minutes early, as you wanted to get your seat. There were a couple of students doing riddles on the board, it was a fun communal event, as if the mental tortures of calculus were not soul binding enough.

As the minutes dwindled close to 2pm, the riddles were erased and the laughs quieted to murmurs, and the murmurs to hushes as the professor walked in. He is looking spectacularly disdained this afternoon, you mumble to the person sitting next to you. Habitually, he drops his notebook on the table and begins his lecture— no greetings, no smiles, straight to closed interval theorem. You pick up your pencil and robotically copy his words. The florescent lights flicker twice, interrupting the monotonous explanation of proof for whatever is on the chalk board. The rest of the students are not phased by the everyday event. Yet, you find yourself unable to focus on the lecture. Looking around, you feel a familiar tingle in your lower back. The tingle seductively crawls your spine, and ceases at nape of you neck. Goosebumps erupt on your body as you feel teeth graze your ear. Uncomfortably, you turn around to see the wall; you equate the feeling to a breeze and turn back to the lecturer. Just then, the lights go out. The class gasps in surprise, and then everything goes silent. Fumbling in your purse for your cell phone, you hear a masculine, menacing laugh coming from the front of the classroom. How typical, a power outage and the boys are trying to scare everybody. You find your phone and turn on your flashlight. Scanning the room, you don’t see anybody. “Oh well, may as well pack up and go home” you mutter as you stand up. There it is, that menacing laugh again. Before you can pick up your flashlight and look, you are forced down into your chair with such force it winds you. You try to bring your hand to your chest but you can’t! It’s being restrained behind the chair! Panic sets in as you realize you can’t move at all. Screaming for help, the lights turn on and towering over you is a man dressed in leather with green and gold embellishing.

“Hello, my pet”

[acosgrdcr-blog]

Summer Awakenings

Today is the day! Finally after putting it off for a few days I will finally be releasing the short second chapter of Summer Awakenings. As I said previously if you guys have any suggestions on story, character development or even a story suggestions I’m all ears.

Chapter 2: Girl Next Door

After walking in on Davis talking to Cheryl, Amanda decides to get to know her better. Jonah texts David to meet up and chat about their weird run-in since that summer. Derek, who still is conflicted about lying to his father the day before goes to Amanda’s house for advice. Cheryl introduces herself to Derek who immediately takes a liking to her, decides to tell her his secret and Cheryl voices her opinion about keeping that part of himself hidden from his father, while Amanda tells him to be honest with his father, Cheryl thinks he should put it off until he knows for certain that his father will respect his decision and not try to influence him in order to ‘save’ their father on having a homosexual kid being also the town’s preacher and also sense that it must be hard for Derek being the son of a preacher. After hearing their advice, Derek decides to take Cheryl’s advice for the time being in order to save face with his father, as he fears this revelation will damage their close bond. David & Jonah decides to meet up in the town’s local diner to figure out how they can move past what happen that summer for their friendship’s sake, their solution is to not talk about it or make any .... Back in Amanda’s house, Cheryl asks Amanda if she is interested in any boy in school, to which Derek tells her that her dream guy is David, making her blush. Cheryl says to Amanda to ask him out on a date and show him a different side of herself, to which Amanda finds odd since she wants to be loved for being herself not someone else, but Derek sees Cheryl’s point in all of this, because he says that David will never notice her if she doesn’t put herself on the line. This leaves Amanda thinking whether or not she is willing to change herself for a boy or if she is better being friends with David. Patrick, who is too hiding his sexuality from his family, decides to come clean to his father to which his father doesn’t take too kindly his son’s revelation.

@nanie5

**This is the soundtrack to Summer Awakenings hope you guys like it**

https://open.spotify.com/user/lindin_sapo/playlist/0K8V6RttsZEP5NXXiqf8cc

[captainjadelinedean18]

You're My Only Piece of Heaven

Ch. 1 I’ll Meet You by the End of the Night

Pairing: Steve Rogers - Bucky Barnes WARNING: SMUT, PAST CHARACTER ILLNESS, DEMON! BUCKY (just in case no one likes to read this material), IN PARTS/ CHAPTERS, SLOW BUILD, SMUT WILL COME LATER (like someone;P ), ALSO SHITTY WRITER……. P.S ADULT LANGUAGE (because I swear worse than a sailor…I’ll try not to but no promises)

This is not correlated to the Marvel Universe, and is an alternate universe without the enhanced super-human abilities. This Au is of my own ideas, but the characters all belong to Marvel. This story contains Demon! Bucky, and has mature content (smut *insert winky face*). Also I would like to apologize before hand that this will most likely be terrible for this is my first time ever writing smut (please don’t kill me) also ever publishing in socially. (To add to that I most likely have errors but I’m too lazy to go over them so please excuse me …it’s 2 am and I’m freezing in my room) On another note this story will contain a character that had leukemia (I will like to state that I don’t know that much about the cancer, so if anything is incorrect I apologize. I would appreciate it if you would notify me if any changes need to be made.) In correspondence to my personality I happen to swear a lot so if any of this makes anyone uncomfortable…consider this your warning. Now I think that’s it with all the information that I suppose I needed to give, so my head doesn’t end in the east river because somebody (not pointing fingers *ahem Jimeny -that’s how I spell his damn name- Cricket*) doesn’t think I should say whatever the fuck I want without telling them, so please enjoy and tell me if you liked it or that I need to burn this in hell along with my innocence and my soul. On with the sinning…I mean reading!!!!!

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Steve isn’t exactly small, sure he’s no genetically induced superhero, but he also doesn’t have the same body he did when he was twelve years old with leukemia. At the age of 19 Steve has proud to say that he was cured of his cancer, and now obtained a healthy body he should have. However this also means that he is still able to get his ass kicked by the motherfucker, who was stating very upsetting adjectives (taking shit) towards a young lady in the bar before Steve interfered. Steve just doesn’t like bullies, no matter how big he was. So honestly there was only one way this was going, and it sure as hell wasn’t the way to grandma’s house. Although if Steve was being honest with himself, he could’ve left out the part where he said the fellow had a small intelligence and needed to re-educate himself with proper etiquette (his dick was so small he needed to go find one of Snow White’s dwarves). Yeah it’s not wonder why Steve ended in the back alley with a broken nose and possible sprained ribs. It would’ve been worse if the dickwad’s buddy hadn’t stepped in, and force his ass back inside. Seriously how did anyone convinced Mount Everest into controlling his temper in exchange for a Piña Colada? Oh well as long as he doesn’t disturb the lady (who might have just walked out of the bar after dipshit dragged Steve out back) again. Steve dusted himself, and began the long walk home to his crappy two bedroom apartment that he shared with his old college buddy Sam. Fuck, he’s never going to hear the end of this shit once Sam, not only finds out that Steve’s blind date was a no show (reason why Steve was even at the bloody bar in the first place), but also when he has to help set Steve’s broken nose again. Wondering if the pain was worth it just hiding it from him, Steve paid no attention to the two figures that were across the street watching him. ________________________________________

“Really? You dragged my sorry sinful ass to watch Superman Wannabe get his ass handed to him by Frankenstein’s Monster? Don’t you think I have other shit to do? Like I don’t know watching paint dry?” The taller man questioned his companion. He was a good half foot taller, and dressed more casually in his leather jacket and black combat boots than his acquaintance, who wore an all black business suit. “I would watch your tone boy. Don’t forget who’s your boss here. I pulled your ass from hell I can very well throw it back.” The shorter man replied with a distinct aggravation and authority. “Sorry. It’s just I don’t see what’s so special about Wonder Boy over there.” “Dammit Bucanan, and here I thought I taught you better than this. What else I would need your pathetic ass for. I want his soul, so your job is to find out what he most desires and give it to him in exchange for that beautiful essence he’s got going on over there” the boss demanded as he continues to watch the man in question walking down the sidewalk completely oblivious. “What’s so special about this one? Why not the Bulldozer back at the bar?” “Because you incompetent dipshit his soul is pure, and I’m tired of the pathetic lot we have down there. I need some new entertainment, so why not have one of Heaven’s precious?” He answered with a devilish smirk as his hungry eyes devoured the sight of the man before them, until he turned the corner and was out of sight. “Fine. One pure ass soul coming right up. What’s his name?” The taller man wondered as he examined the dirt under his nails, completely irritated and bored. “Steven Grant Rogers”

[gayrenees]

Update 2! For those who don't know for the last 7-8 months I have been working on my first ever novel/novella! Although i am in the midst of digitalising it and editing it, I'm aiming to have it near to finished by the end of the summer/ the start of August. These are headshots of the main characters drawn by the talented @bab.bit on Insta. Y'all should check him out! #writersofinstagram #firstbook #writing #lgbt #art #pride #firsttimewriter https://www.instagram.com/p/BzK--Y9ouVB/?igshid=18moefhpiyghw

[new-author-daniel-plivori]

#firsttimewriter #firsttimeauthor #firstdraft #firstdrafts #improvement #improveyourself #improve #betterwriting #storywriting #writethatdraft #writedrafts #writedraftreviserepeat https://www.instagram.com/p/BwxjfwsHbuo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q1tfs9gak9k8

[pleasefindmesposts]

The Ghost of You

Chapter 9

Lucy's POV

"Lucy.. Lucy wake up" I shifted on the bed and open one eye to look at who is waking me up.

"Pete. What's wrong?" I said as I slowly sat on my bed. Pete made his way to the bed and sat beside me. His eyes looked very sad.

"You should go downstairs. Everyone is waiting for you." He sighed and continued. "Don't be mad of them okay. They only wants what's best for you"

"I don't-" I stopped mid sentence as the door of my bedroom opened. I looked at where Pete is seating but, he already disappeared.

It has always been like this. He shows up and disappears instantly. I don't care though, as long as I get too see him. As long as he shows himself to me, I will be fine.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mom asked looking worried.

"I'm fine mom. I just spaced out a little bit. What's up?" I said smiling. My mom still looked really worried and nervous though. As I was about to ask again, she said "Get dressed and go downstairs."

She then left and closed the door behind her. What was that about? That is weird. I said in my head while getting dressed. As I was heading down, I noticed that there are other people in the house.

Jessica, Irene, Luke, My mom and.... Dad? What is he doing here? Scratch that, what are they all doing here?

"You better sit down, honey" My mom said. I looked at her, silently asking what is going on but she just shake her head. I sat down in between Jessica and Irene. They both automatically hold my hand. We sat quietly for a few moments and they were all looking at each other as if asking who should talk first. I started to get a little irritated. Just as I was about to speak my father cleared his throat so all the attention was focused on him.

"I know, you are wondering what we are all doing here. But, before you say anything, I want you to hear us out. Meaning, don't say anything until we are all done talking." He said seriously. This guy, giving orders as if he is part of the family. That was the voice in my head was angrily shouting but, I just nodded and kept quiet.

He cleared his throat again and continued "Well, you see, Lucy, we are all worried about you. Your mother called me and told me that you have been grieving because of your boyfriends death. And.... They all noticed that there is something strange going on about you".

I looked at Jessica and Irene but, they just held my hands tighter and look down on their shoes. Then, I looked at my mother and Luke but, they were both avoiding my eyes. I am now getting anxious and nervous at the same time.

"I am speaking on behalf of everyone, Lucy, when I say that we want you to get a therapy. I already scheduled you an appointment with a psychiatrist all you have to do is go there" my father finished.

I was stunned with disbelief. Psychiatrist?? Why would I need that??? I'm not crazy. Those are for crazy people right?? I stood up shaking glaring my eyes at everyone. I opened my mouth but, no words are coming out. Then, angry tears is starting to build up but, I wipe them furiously. Then, I remember what Pete said. They are all worried about me.

"Why? Why would I need to go there?? If you are worried about me being sad because of Pete's death, you are wrong. I'm fine. There is nothing wrong with me." I said slowly as I was trying to sound calm although my heart is beating out of my chest because of anger.

"We noticed you... You were talking to air sometimes and your eyes look like you are seeing things that we couldn't see." Luke said while still avoiding my gaze.

I couldn't believe my ears. They tell on me. They betrayed me. How could they do that to me?

"I told you right. It was nothing. I was just thinking and reminiscing. That's all" I responded angrily. My voice is slowly rising as I continued "Jess, Ai, you are on this too?"

"We were worried about you. I know how much you love Pete. I know how much it hurts you to lose him. So, we think that you have created an illusion in your head that he is still here. We know that he is the one you are talking to even though we can't see." Jessica explained.

"So, you all think I'm crazy?" I shouted at her. This is really unbelievable.

"No. We just thought that you have been stressed or depressed and you need help" Irene said quietly.

"I told you I'm fine. But, you are all not listening to me." I said loudly. I was shaking. I was so mad.

"Honey, Lucy, please. We only wants what is best for you" My mother pleaded.

"NO! If you think of what is best for me, you should just left me alone. You said it yourself right? You all can't see him. But, I can. HE IS HERE. He might be dead but, he is not gone. There, I said it. He never left. You know why? Because, he is the only one who cares for me. Because, he is keeping the promise that he will never leave me. Pete knows that I need him. He, unlike all of you, doesn't think I'm crazy for wanting to be with him". I said screaming at them.

"That is why we want you to see a psychiatrist. If you go and do everything the doctor tells you to do and, he is still here, we will believe you. We will not bother you again" My dad said calmly.

I never wanted to punch anyone in my entire life except now. I fisted my hands and clench my teeth tightly to stop myself from going berserk.

"Let's say I go to that stupid therapy. And you are all right. That I am just inventing all this up. What then??? Even if he is real or not he is still Pete and I want him here. Are you going to take the responsibility of making him disappear when all I want, when all that is keeping me from breaking down is him?" I said silently. This time I couldn't control my tears. They fall down my eyes like waterfall.

"Honey, we are all here for you. You're not alone". My mother said as she slowly approach me and hugged me. "It's going to be okay".

"No.. No it's not. If he is not here. It will never be okay" I whispered as I pushed my mother away and run up to my room.

"Luce. Lucy!" I hear them all call to me but, I ignore them. I know Irene is crying. My mom is crying. But, I don't care. I locked the door of my room so in case that they decide to follow they won't get in.

"Don't you think it is good to shut them out?" Pete said behind me.

"You don't get to say anything. It's all your fault. You died" I said not looking at him.

Then, I went to get my things on my drawer. I want to run away. And then, I saw it, the black card with the word "Prestige" written in Gold.

"I'm borrowing this, Pete." I simply said while I get dressed and put on make up to hide my tear stained face.

I remember the first time Pete got it. He used his fathers credit card information to purchase a membership card to get access to Prestige Bar, the underground bar for celebrities and rich kids. He was so happy while telling me that he finally found the perfect place to chill. But, he died before we even get to use it.

"I don't think that is a great idea" Pete said. This time I look at his face. He looks worried and sad. How could they even suggest that I need to let go of this guy when all he thinks about is me?

"They want you gone. I need this." I replied. He slowly walk towards me and touch my face. His hands were warm. How could they say that he is not real when I can feel him?

"You promised me. You promised that you will not drink without me." He said while looking directly at my eyes.

"I know. I'm sorry. Just one time okay. I just needed to breath. They will force me to go to that stupid therapy and I know that there is nothing I could do. I just want to be crazy and let go for just one night." I pleaded with him.

He slowly withdrew his hands from my face and turned around. I know he is thinking of what to say to change my mind.

"Watch over me. Okay?" I said smiling as I run out of my room. I didn't get to see the look on his face but, I am sure he was startled.

My father and mother also both looked surprised as they see me run. I didn't hear what they were saying. But, they were surely shouting for me to go back. I ignored them as I signal a taxi to take me to Prestige Bar.

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